Buffalo

Yeah, uh
Steering up a herd of buffalo
Looking at me crazy, baby, I prefer to hunt alone
Should I buy a humble home or a summer home?
Matter of fact the only struggle here is how to juggle both
Lucky with the sevens like I'm double O
Cold, probably froze, got me thinking its like one below
Iced out, dripping, looking like I'm 'bout to shovel snow
With a corn cob pipe and a button nose
Cinderella Man how I struck a pose
Lacing up the gloves got me feeling like I'm Russel Crowe
Threw an uppercut and hit the motherlode
Everything gon' work out, and I ain't talking 'bout the muscle tone
They say we onto something, but it's nothin' though
We independent, baby, that's one thing you gonna know
Ain't nobody pulling strings, ain't a puppet show
And I never miss the mark, boy I'm Ruffalo
Throw the whole catalogue on shuffle mode
You know I gotta couple these, couple those
I been dropping by the bucketload
And I never kink the hose they been flowing through my frontal lobe
I ain't attached to success, man, it come and go
That much I know
Got some ideas brewing like a cup of Joe
Labels calling, don't pick up the phone
Like my privacy, that's why I dug a moat
Midas with it, everything I touch is gold
Clover field the way our luck has grown
Spiderman with the dough, boy everything is coming home
If you don't love it I don't wanna know
Looking in my eyes, you know I want it though
Got rid of my pride, but there's still a subtle undertone
Got everything I wanted in abundance
Yeah I did it, I done it, and found none of it in my comfort zone
Staring in the mirror like, "What's up with bro?"
Face-to-face, and I just hope it doesn't come to blows
Had to be discreet but at this point I think they gonna know
Goose down feather in the breeze, think my cover's blown
My social battery is running low
It's just the price to becoming known
Yeah, I heard you think you running show
Every time I hear it make me laugh, it's a running joke
Look, I been here a while, watch a lot of y'all come and go
You complained about the climate like it's up in smoke
When the truth is, you planted a seed and never watered it
And ended up talking about how nothing grows
It's all gas no brakes when I'm stuck in "go"
Creativity peaks when the budget's low
Yeah, I dodge a hater with a tuck-and-roll
They looking for me, they can't find me, I'm like the remote
Yeah, I'm way too remote
I'm way too remote

Yeah, I'm way too remote
Whoa, I'm way-
Let's go
So cold, make them say, "Brr" like buffalo
No sticks, no ice, but I got puck control
Every time I look up it's another goal
Nic threw the pass, and you know I never fumble those
Touchdown in your city, got a couple shows
I remember writing songs 'til the sun would show
Now I'm at the show with my son
Sold out from the front to the upper rows
Sorry for the bloody nose
Play my cards, I ain't one to fold
Tell it to 'em straight, I ain't bluff a soul
Lot of gatekeepers trying to stunt your growth
I always share it with the class like a crumpled note
I learned from the best, didn't run alone
Nic gave me all the tools, taught the nuts and bolts
If we ranking independent rappers off of numbers grown
Then I'm probably somewhere 'round third like I'm running home
Ugh, make 'em quiver like a hunter's bow
Couple holes in your story like a sunken boat
Had to rerecord the verse, heard my stomach groan
I'm sorry the more I win the more the hunger grows
Scrolling through the feed, see a couple clones
Huh, guess I'm not the only one who's spun a globe
Made a career off copying, everybody knows
But this ain't a petting zoo you'll never touch the goats
False prophets, no wonder why my trust is low
False profits, no wonder why the money's low
Spirit getting watered down like a rum and coke
Got me always reaching for my Bible like I'm under oath
I've been writing since I couldn't make my stubble grow
Now I got a handle on bars and no one coming close
Knew it was over when I sung the note
I got it all, at the starting block, waiting for the gun to blow
Boom, thunderbolt, hit 'em with a hundred volts
Type of energy that probably make the sun explode
But I'm still trying to hit a couple goals
Yeah, I'm still evolving in this game like a Thunder Stone
Put the game on my back, it ain't tough to hold
Heard your music, I was skipping like I'm chucking stones
Said you got M's, that's an L, 'cause we know
That that's both on cap, like the Plunger Bros
Who the best duo, let the public vote
If it ain't Con and Nic, it's a Russian hoax
They say he's handsome and I'm cute, we should cover Vogue
Camera couldn't take it, man the shutter broke
In the studio, looking like we summon ghosts
All these dead presidents, it's too much to fold
Most of it not done, but we done the most
They looking for me they can't find me
Ah, they know

Yeah, I'm way too remote
I'm way too remote
Oh, I'm way too remote
Yeah, huh